Burning Airlines - A Lexicon lyrics

rate me

Now the leeches are in love,

And the serenade's begun.

Maybe you're the lucky one,

But you can't trust a simple song.

You're no fun.

Are we speeding to outrun identification?

Stoop for the honor,

This pen's poison.

Defeated honorees trade self-made mythologies.

Who are these vampires,

These ugly beauties?

We are.

We are steering by falling stars,

Swearing upon a lexicon of scars,

But sweetest revenge never comes true.

Why sing it again?

Try something new.

Test for fatal deficits.

Prove to you that you exist.

Part-time assassin,

Who's next on this list?

We are.

We are steering by falling stars,

Swearing upon a lexicon of scars,

But sweetest revenge never comes true.

Why sing it again?

Try something new.

If this is a curse,

It christens you king midas in reverse

Without retinue,

Your mercenary faith begging for proof

When sweetest revenge never comes true.

Why sing it again?

Why sing it again?